If you’ve road tripped through south Texas then you know that when you get hungry there is ALWAYS a Dairy Queen. There may not be anything else, but Dairy Queens abound.
It was on one of those many back and forth trips while “living” in San Antonio that we once again stopped at a Dairy Queen for supper. When it came my turn to order, I requested the Burger combo from the “Lite Menu” that was on special. “No,” said the lady behind the counter, “That menu is for lite eaters.”
“Yes! Like me!” I exclaimed.
This time she used her “you must not understand English” voice and spoke slow and loud. “No. it’s. for. people. that. just. eat. a. little!”
I insisted on ordering it anyway, sat down and laughed my head off. Maybe I need to request the lite menu more often? I have no idea why she told me I couldn’t order from the menu, but I could tell she was only trying to be helpful. Still, I got such a laugh.
Since my son gets car sick, when we sat down to eat I asked him how he was feeling. “I’m very, very, very, very, happy. That’s how I’m feeling,” was his response. I loved that! Happy is good!
Toward the end of our meal I retrieved my Dilly Bar that also came with my meal from the “lite” menu! When I arrived back at the table, Bobby jumped up and said he was going to go pick out his ice cream. “No, Daddy already ordered a Blizzard for you. You don’t get to choose this time,” I told him.
“Nope, nope, nope. I will NOT eat a lizard!” came his reply. Ha!!